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he either sent a thumping telegram for help, 

 which brought Molly to take charge of the dog, 

 or he got rid of the dog by some clever trick. 

 A description of one of these shows how well 

 Rag had learned the arts of the woods. 



He knew that his scent lay best near the 

 ground, and was strongest when he was warm. 



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So if he could get off the ground, and be left in 

 peace for half an hour to cool off, and for the 

 trail to stale, he knew he would be safe. When, 

 therefore, he tired of the chase, he made for 

 the Creekside brier-patch, where he 'wound' — 

 that is, zigzagged — till he left a course so crooked 

 that the dog was sure to be greatly delayed in 

 working it out. He then went straight to D 



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